Laughter is the evidence that we’re still here, the proof that our tragedies will not define us forever. Laughter is the language of the survivor.
i like the idea that somewhere, you’re hiding my love! sometimes, i imagine that we’re doing the same mundane things at the same time…waiting as the time counts down until the day that we finally meet.
that makes the whole world beautiful to me.
— a dreamer
Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love
The weight of my hand on myself isn’t enough
I need the weight of you on top of me,
My thoughts are so clear they are becoming a false reality
The invisible man returns to my mind and I have no control
I imagine his fingers, his lips on my neck
That face ,Those eyes between my thighs
I am ashamed,
Ashamed of my thoughts of what could be
The what if’s and how does he see me
Sexual frustration will poison your mind,
and so will expectations
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.